This is a song about "Boys from texas"

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Addicted like boys on needles,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

But she forgot about the golden rule

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

She said i love you too, but im moving to texas down south far from here,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

Together all the timethought it was true love

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas

No it ain't easy

Boys tell me they love me

Lookin at my boys like

See i can put down the pipe